I never cared about making you proud.
What I cared about was proving you wrong.
It was mostly about seeing the reflection of how much potential I carried.
It was mostly about seeing how far I could actually make it.
Your words scratched, cut, stabbed, drowned, choked and often killed me.
I saw the immortality of my passion throughout it.
My hope had an iconic rising like a resurrected Phoenix.

I never cared about making you proud.
I never cared about the standards set by the world of what a smart person should be defined by.
I…did…it…for…me…